Penli threw the book across the room, drew up the blanket that had fallen to the floor, and fell into a restless sleep.
He woke to another note from Shanna, ordering him to come to dinner on pain of 'or else'.
Penli summoned a servant and penned a reply saying he would be taking the 'or else,' thank you very much. The last thing he wanted was to sit through an agonizing dinner, stuck in a chair that acerbated his wounds while the men he was fighting for did their best to avoid looking at or talking to him.
'Or else' came three hours later, announcing itself by way of thunderous pounding on the door and his name strung together with several choice epithets a queen-in-waiting shouldn't say, let alone bellow. Penli heaved a sigh and pulled the door open.